Calling For You歌词
作词 : A. Graham/S. Bin Abraham-Joseph/M. McCollum/N. Shebib/T. Flores/C. Small/J. Milfort/G. Memishi/R. Cypriano/D. Graue/F. Leblanc
作曲 : A. Graham/S. Bin Abraham-Joseph/M. McCollum/N. Shebib/T. Flores/C. Small/J. Milfort/G. Memishi/R. Cypriano/D. Graue/F. Leblanc
I was in the club 'fore she even had it
She was twenty-one, I don't see a savage
She wanna be the one, she know I'm comin' static
She wanna hold the gun, if you want it, you can have it
Shawty still young so she don't know the classics
I see her body, one-on-one, yeah
I see her body, one-on-one
Get to the crib, make you cum
P***y sweet, call you my honeybun (Tss)
I know your nigga was a bum
**** on the crodie, have some fun
Girl, I'm the king of my city, I'm the one
Swear you can really have me, you really one-on-one
How you so nasty? You really one-on-one
How you so flashy? You really one-of-one
Out in Miami, you still a one-of-one
I wanna beat on the p***y 'til the sun come up
Before the nigga I see is my son, so what?
Yeah, I was in the club but I was in the cut
Had liquor in my cup, had passion in my cup
And Addy in my system, see a opp, I'ma hit 'em up
Yeah, he gon' be a victim, I was tryna dance with the b***h
Couldn't keep my hands off her hips
Know she spent some bands on her fit
Know I told you that she really one-on-one
Cro', yeah, she advanced with the shit
And I got a chance with the b***h
Loverboy, romance with the b***h
Couldn't even put my mans on the b***h
Like, damn
Callin', callin' for you
Callin' for you, callin' for you
Callin' for you
Callin' for you
Just to keep talkin' to God
My eyes feel Him on me
Needin' you to hold me
'Til the inevitable
It was on my mind, felt it on me
Ah, he lied to me
Yo, he lied to me
Like I didn't give a **** that we sat in economy
I gave a **** 'cause he said the economy was full
It was not full
He said, "Economy was—"
He said, "There was no first class, so we're sitting in economy"
I get up on that plane
I see so many seats in first class
Twelve, fourteen seats
Bruh
I sat in the back of the plane
****ing crazy
And then, I go in that whack-ass vacation
The chef is feedin' us the same meal every day like I was in jail still or somethin'
I'm like, "Why are we eatin' jerk chicken and oxtail every single day, can we switch it up?"
No, the oxtail was fire though, but can we switch it up?
I can't eat that shit every day, what?
And then you proceed to go through my phone
You wanted to cry
You were lookin' for something
That's on you, it's on you
Sorry for your loss
Woah, woah
**** nigga wanna get fired on (21)
Starch a nigga up, put the iron on him (21)
Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah
Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah
Plenty niggas dyin' over that way (Yeah)
Quick to leave a opp in the ashtray (P***y)
Keep a .19 like I'm Mac Dre (21)
Make a nigga mama have a bad day (21)
21 gang 4L, these niggas gon' tell
I ain't goin' back and forth on deals (On God)
I ain't goin' back and forth, send shells (On God)
I ain't goin' back and forth, nigga, spin (Fah)
Put a college b***h in a Benz (21)
Put her in the Benz, no, no (21)
Hit 'em from the car, no scope (21)
We don't never tie, we score (On God)
She suck on my neck like she Dracula (Yeah)
Hit from the back, I might tackle her (Yeah)
Don't ask 'bout my opps 'cause we smackin' 'em (Yeah)
**** my opps, they haters (P***y)
The b*****s that come around suck d**k and don't pull they phone out, dem ones pros (On God)
B***h, if you love me, then spoil me (21)
I treat the rap game like a toilet (On God)
All of my kids get left in her mouth, she say she don't believe in abortions (21)
Oh, you ain't got you a boyfriend? (21)
I see he be on his dork shit (21)
Nah, I ain't judgin', but they in the nosebleeds
You know I be on my court shit (Facts)
作曲 : A. Graham/S. Bin Abraham-Joseph/M. McCollum/N. Shebib/T. Flores/C. Small/J. Milfort/G. Memishi/R. Cypriano/D. Graue/F. Leblanc
I was in the club 'fore she even had it
She was twenty-one, I don't see a savage
She wanna be the one, she know I'm comin' static
She wanna hold the gun, if you want it, you can have it
Shawty still young so she don't know the classics
I see her body, one-on-one, yeah
I see her body, one-on-one
Get to the crib, make you cum
P***y sweet, call you my honeybun (Tss)
I know your nigga was a bum
**** on the crodie, have some fun
Girl, I'm the king of my city, I'm the one
Swear you can really have me, you really one-on-one
How you so nasty? You really one-on-one
How you so flashy? You really one-of-one
Out in Miami, you still a one-of-one
I wanna beat on the p***y 'til the sun come up
Before the nigga I see is my son, so what?
Yeah, I was in the club but I was in the cut
Had liquor in my cup, had passion in my cup
And Addy in my system, see a opp, I'ma hit 'em up
Yeah, he gon' be a victim, I was tryna dance with the b***h
Couldn't keep my hands off her hips
Know she spent some bands on her fit
Know I told you that she really one-on-one
Cro', yeah, she advanced with the shit
And I got a chance with the b***h
Loverboy, romance with the b***h
Couldn't even put my mans on the b***h
Like, damn
Callin', callin' for you
Callin' for you, callin' for you
Callin' for you
Callin' for you
Just to keep talkin' to God
My eyes feel Him on me
Needin' you to hold me
'Til the inevitable
It was on my mind, felt it on me
Ah, he lied to me
Yo, he lied to me
Like I didn't give a **** that we sat in economy
I gave a **** 'cause he said the economy was full
It was not full
He said, "Economy was—"
He said, "There was no first class, so we're sitting in economy"
I get up on that plane
I see so many seats in first class
Twelve, fourteen seats
Bruh
I sat in the back of the plane
****ing crazy
And then, I go in that whack-ass vacation
The chef is feedin' us the same meal every day like I was in jail still or somethin'
I'm like, "Why are we eatin' jerk chicken and oxtail every single day, can we switch it up?"
No, the oxtail was fire though, but can we switch it up?
I can't eat that shit every day, what?
And then you proceed to go through my phone
You wanted to cry
You were lookin' for something
That's on you, it's on you
Sorry for your loss
Woah, woah
**** nigga wanna get fired on (21)
Starch a nigga up, put the iron on him (21)
Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah
Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah
Plenty niggas dyin' over that way (Yeah)
Quick to leave a opp in the ashtray (P***y)
Keep a .19 like I'm Mac Dre (21)
Make a nigga mama have a bad day (21)
21 gang 4L, these niggas gon' tell
I ain't goin' back and forth on deals (On God)
I ain't goin' back and forth, send shells (On God)
I ain't goin' back and forth, nigga, spin (Fah)
Put a college b***h in a Benz (21)
Put her in the Benz, no, no (21)
Hit 'em from the car, no scope (21)
We don't never tie, we score (On God)
She suck on my neck like she Dracula (Yeah)
Hit from the back, I might tackle her (Yeah)
Don't ask 'bout my opps 'cause we smackin' 'em (Yeah)
**** my opps, they haters (P***y)
The b*****s that come around suck d**k and don't pull they phone out, dem ones pros (On God)
B***h, if you love me, then spoil me (21)
I treat the rap game like a toilet (On God)
All of my kids get left in her mouth, she say she don't believe in abortions (21)
Oh, you ain't got you a boyfriend? (21)
I see he be on his dork shit (21)
Nah, I ain't judgin', but they in the nosebleeds
You know I be on my court shit (Facts)
